A Facebook friend posted a link to one of those “how did we survive childhood” posts. Sometimes they are funny so I read it. This particular list doesn’t really do it for me: quite a few of the items on here are still in production so as far as bashing-the-dangerous-80s goes, it feels like a miss. HOWEVER. It did remind me of a really funny story. Once my family was visiting our friends Steve and Patsy. They had older boys who had big kid toys. My little kid brothers found an awesome dart blow gun to play with. Inside. In a long, narrow hallway.

If I recall correctly, it was Brian’s turn to blow. Stevie waited down the hall in the bathroom. Brian took too long so Stevie stuck his head out of the bathroom to see what the hold up was and got a dart in the neck.

I must have been nearby because I feel like I saw the whole thing in slow motion, and I still vividly remember the dart hanging from the skin in his neck and the three of us debating what to do as it hung there. It pulled his skin out like a waddle every time one of us messed with it. We eventually got our mom and she pulled it out. It’s funny, but in retrospect, I’m sure we are all glad it wasn’t an eye.